The Mirror

by Novid Shaid, 2011

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The Mirror

Reflects me standing

Me standing

I look ahead

Just a reflection

Without reflections

Without light

Shining through

The Mirror

Reflecting me standing

My reflection

Comforting me

Without mirrors

Without reflections

Without the light

Casting its illumination

Without the light

Am I real?

One thought on “The Mirror

  1. Made me think of this sufi idea. Reality is Allah and what we perceive as reality is merely a mirrage, a shodow cast down momentarily. At the end of the day what we see and experiance is the result of how and to what we extent we use our hearts and mind. When we see bodies, roads, houses, people, forms and flesh this is not the reality. But when we see and feel and comprehend through some knowledge of Allah then and only then can we attach some reality to the forms…
    a lovely poem
    I think I will be very forward and perhaps too bold but I wandered if I could make a request of you? Would you write something for Syria, for those killed and torchered and hurt in Syria? Not that I have any right to ask really. So sorry if this is inconveniant or awkward in anyway.

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